Sea To Summit – Carrauntoohill and other outings.
My right knee has been a problem for a long time, some days too long, my left knee compensates. This is how our bodies work. I remember clearly the first time I ran the distance of a marathon. And I remember the time I had to stop. So this was always going to be a bit of a challenge.
Robert Macfarlane – “The undiscovered country of nearby” and from photographer Rob Hudson: “During my whole life as a landscape photographer I’ve rarely stretched beyond 30 miles from home… the power of the local environment resides not in how near it is to us, but in how close we are to it… it is the repeated visits that provide the insights, and the new ways of seeing and saying that I crave.”
Turns out, Carrauntoohill is, in walking time, a twenty four hour walk from here, 92.5 km / 57.5 miles. Longest walk I’ve done to date is 72 km / 45 miles London to Brighton, fifteen hours walking time, I stopped every three hours for a half hour break. I took the train back.
Is a two day walk considered ‘undiscovered country of nearby’?
Carrying what I need, to get by or at worse, survive a few hours, to work, to keep moving. The rolling stone, the swagman, the wanderer, the refugee, the pilgrim, the day tripper, the long distance runner.
One foot in front of the other, not a stride, but a shuffle.
Trails made by thousands before us, some of those become roads and boreens.
A walk in the park for some, an adventure for others, chalk it down or tick it off a list, part of a training or fitness regime for others.
The ‘extremes’ of weather, storms and surges revealing shipwrecks and sunken forests, the dry spell we’ve had revealing this.
Sunset over Beara from the Mizen Peninsula.
A days later we went over to Beara and camped on a hillside looking back this way. This next iPhone photo was taken at the Dzogchen Beara look back to the day before.
And got this view of the Skelligs on the way up to Knockoura, via Alihees.
There’s also the report of an earthquake in Mexico revealing a great pyramid structure beneath an know and studied pyramid. A global lost and found.
The Butter Road
While supermarkets are individually wrapping pastries in plastic, I walked past a boat on a hill side.
The Secret Location
The clear water at my favourite ocean swimming spot. There was a time I would come here alone or with the dogs and go diving.
The Black Valley
Cover Photo: From Barley Lake, Glengariff.
It took a little a week for my right knee to recover from climbing Carrauntoohill, and by recover I mean return to it’s daily ache.